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The Clown's Baby |
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Old fellow, go ahead I "
The fun grew fast and furious, And not one of all the crowd Had guessed that the baby was alive, When he suddenly laughed aloud. Oh, that baby laugh! It was echoed
From the benches with a ring,
And the roughest customer there sprang up
With, " Boys, it's the real thing."
The ring was jammed in a minute,
Not a man that did not strive
For a " shot at holding the baby,"—
The baby that was alive!
He was thronged with kneeling suitors
In the midst of the dusty ring,
And he held his court right royally,—
The fair little baby king,—
Till one of the shouting courtiers,—
A man with a bold, hard face,
The talk, for miles, of the country,
And the terror of the place,
Raised the little king to his shoulder
And chuckled, " Look at that! " As the chubby fingers clutched his hair; Then, " Boys, hand round the hat! " There never was such a hatful Of silver and gold and notes; 42 |
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